The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1887-01-11
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III THE HOUSEKEEPER.
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES,
! 49, NJ MARION HARLAND. l-i,t y
! ~ PART -Ex'Ly "GE1s liER HAND our" 4,
| itopynShtcd. 1857, by the Author.l
" was In the fourth month OF our tenau.
cy Of the parsonage that Emily "got he,
hand OUT IN bread making. Up to tina.
time her performances in this line were
satisfactory. We could not atarve while
We had light, sweet bread aud such do.
licious butter as ! had learned to make
f'om "old Blues" cream. had learned,
moreover, to cook meats and vegetables,
Hlups and pastry. Not from Emily, MOI
yst from the Ave cook.books presented to
mo in succession by that number OF well.
wlahers. Nor yet wholly from the blessed
opposite ncighbor who had become sister
mother to tho distrAught novice. Ex.
perience-her brow swarthy with heat,
arms bear aud scorched, stern, often
aharp,-was the monitor under whom l
served my apprenticeship. 6ho left me to
the consequences OF my btunde,s, that |
might not foil twice into the same snare :
babe me keep my eyes open. and burned
my failures well into my coneciousuege
with the red iron Of humiliation. m
Bfeat.makiny was All unbesteu field to
nus on the evening when Emily arrested
my notice toward the flour barrel with:
Tain no use a.techin' dat Miss
Mar'on, I done got my han out O. maxim
bread!h az, So =
I looked q. the disabled MEMBER
black, cofeo.colored on tho back, OF a
lighter tan within; wIiakled a. tho Joints,
herd OF palm. N ,,i.I,5.I y.gI- ~ ID :
your hand2 Rm.5 ,aa..I5G0aSG1- !,
ut dono got outl Sis Phillis m Unp'
Sam was ssttin' in do kitchen when
yon' bell ring fur me TO come m pit out
ont bleakfuss AM l say, 4 sutney Ia
sorryto tell Miss Maroon dat out be
htttn to make bread o. no sort for de
L1rd knoTsl how long. Sho's you born
ter de- i done ray to 'em, 4 done got
my han' out An Sib' Phillis she saw
bern got out laa' year TO- nigh pom two
mont" '0o- s~2 Nh ~3I1lTs
What got 1t ou.2 Have you apralned
"Lor', Miss Marion! whor is you been
live all yer life? Nobody neher ken tell
how 1t happen. Sis Maria Jones, che
been say shs thirkfolk ia kinder trfckcd"
|-(bewitched) center it. sis' rhillis she
make out it's all de- Lords will" ~
"Nonsense" I'M patient aud peremptory.
"Plensa understand that expect US good
bread from you tomorrow morning as We
have eyer had" E" : (. !
Grace passed tho trolls" to mo 1t break.
last with II smothered gigele. They were
baked in the Dutch oven that "held lust !
quart Of four" Usually they filed it.
The top waa always Of a soft brown, sides
and bottom were of q palcr, but uniform
tint and had o delicious esustinees equally
removed from soddennees and gilioious
baroness. The thing from which now
fecoiicd angri!y was low, Bwampy level,
crios.crcssed by cracks defining the boun-
dsries Of sections which should have bill
loved into rolls. The complexion was q
sal low. brown, the specific gravity approx
mated that Of lead. broke the loaf n
apart. The .inside was talowy dough,
solid aud yiscid. $50 .5.i3
Whist docs it mean?" luelied John.
"Em'ly's hand is out,f responded I,
s'oomily hystericat.
He set hue Jaw, his eyes flashed eteelily.
The soonrr sho gets it in again, the
better for herp'
We were AS powerleeu as pair OF para
lyzsd babies, and Emily knew it. We had
hired Tor q year, and threat Of discharge
would be al edict in strange tongue. l
aessyed argvmpntS, p'sadils. poa4ing,
t.bribes. Emily was yaibly impresssd-a
most shed tears when l limited ut new
summer bonnet, .s.r .I,i..,+..a..s.
"Lor', Miss Maroon! ef could cit nv
han in right straight smack otf, I'd do it
'thout no bargain. When pusgon's han'
is out, iraout, an dar tits, till dc Almighty
or maybe 'us de ,dsbbil-tskes de spell |
often it." 7's,5''S''
For ten days we had not morsel Of
eatahle bread in the house except that sent
in by sympathizing neishhors.. Then
matured plan that commended itself to
common seuse and poetical justice. I Oh.
tanned from my aid.apd-comtort over the |
way, a carefully written recipe Tor bread
making, and committed it to memory,
She alao gave ne a jug Of yeast, counsell-
ing me to lock it up, lest it might be
tempered with. I measured each lngre-
dent thst night nrd stood oyer Emily
while she mixed and knesded 1t, as il she |
bad never handled batch before. inside
her carry tho tray to my bed room, and
srose before 8uarise to zee her work it |
over for tho second rieing. This was done
in tie, dining room. At the set time
bore the kneading trough to the kitchen,
saw her make out tho rottr, and put them
into the oven for the final raise" ina
warm corner. The dough was putty and
elastic as cider down, and I carried as
light c heart to the house.
They came to table, depressed to dis,
coneolateness IN meiu, end ehot within
with heavy, straaks. Em'ly's sad resisna. =;
ton wen mo no comment on my failure.
She had been in hopes de bread 'ould
"a TUNED cut good, but mought e. know
ed better" r. 1+2'..P II,
So might I. That night wo sgaia re-
hearaed the play Of teacher and pupil with
ludicrous gravity on both sides. In the
morning mounted guard over the dough,
until with my own hand sot on the table
what wcs surely the comedies. Loaf Of rolls
hat ever Rladdeped housewifely eyes.
The comedy had a successful run for ten
days more. Emily was perfectly good
humotedl and ahated nothing Of her pity
for me and herself. 1t was the queerest
''s:rike" ever cav, and so vol did abe
sustain her rolls that when she shook her
Unframed head in mourning reproof over
the recalcitrant hand, | ecmetimes almost
believed in the sincerity o! her self.decep.